Fall weather has finally arrived in Southeast Texas, and I’ve been thinking a little about the seasons of the year as a metaphor for the seasons of life. Perhaps this is because of the death of my father this summer, followed by this first beautiful autumn without him. These thoughts formed the second and third line of the haiku below, which I carried around in my head for days without finding the right opening line. And than I saw this hauntingly beautiful autumn leaves art photo from The Storyteller blog, which almost sang out the first line to me and finished the haiku.
bittersweet beauty:
autumn’s lingering farewell
a foreshadowing
Thank you for the inspiration, Ray.
More Glover Gardens haiku is here, and more musings about autumn are here.
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What I was sad about is that my Dad missed the Astros winning the World Series. Then again, maybe they got together up in heaven and made them win.
Julie – me, too! Did you watch or listen to baseball with your Dad? I have great memories of that. I like your idea that they influenced the game from heaven. I know it is “magical thinking,” and I’m just fine with that. 🙂